Hi all! Just a quick note to introduce myself, I am a somewhat gender-challenged girl (no thoughts of transitioning, I am a bit of a mess but I am used to it), and landed on this forum while looking for input for a partly autobiographical story... It seemed rude to lurk in the shadows though, with so much personal stuff being posted, so I signed up.
The poem below (sorry it's a bit long, it's actually several separate fragments strung together), was part of a sci/fi story, and bits and pieces of it have been published here and there, but I don't think anyone has ever read the whole of it (not sure if anyone wants to, lol), so here it goes... hope you find some lines you like. :)
A song for Laz’law
Deeper and darker
Ever deeper – ever darker
Where the night gathers and wavers
On the edge of my trembling eyelids
There - chasing the sweetest/smoothest
Curve of your body
The most sacred
The most precious
There - a spark a shimmer a twinkle
Firefly - fireworks - firewall
All the scattering light of sunrise
Smothered
Upon your silent shadow
Oh darkest angel
God of the endless hour
What surge in your savage blood
What shudder in your dolphin back
What wandering song in your rootless heart
Made the night shimmer
Silver bright - blinding
Among the uneven stars?
Do you remember
When you strode out of the murmuring shadows
Into the sun
Of that disbelieving morning -
Three and three hundred angels
From the towering gates of eternal bliss
Kneeled
And paid homage - to the twin curve of your haunches
Every bent bright head
Burning
With merciless desire
Every pure heart - seared
By the scorching black fire (dragon kiss)
Of your glaring eyes
These searing eyes – your eyes
Of what black black stone
Were they wrought?
In what panther-marked silk
Was your dark skin cut?
The awful grace of your haunches
In what blast-bright forge was it twisted?
And the rising coil of your thighs
On what mighty wheel was it thrown
And from what wondrous clay?
Yours is the first winter star
In its dark mantle
Yours is the wind in the shadow-trees
And the voice of the rushing grasses
Yours is the falling dusk - and the rising moon
And yours is the moonlight
On the rippling sands of Arnia
And the starry splendor of the Milky Way
As it bends its scattered brightness
Over the desert dunes
Yours is the great boundless sky above
From star to countless star - forever
As yours is my trembling heart
My love – my love –
Oh darkness upon darkness upon darkness
Son of the ineffable obscurity
Keeper of the thundering bells of nightfall
On the pathless dunes of your spine
My spellbound soul is lost – astray